Sublime
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Without the light from the moon, the night was so dark he could barely make out the trees until he was almost bumping into them.
Ruth Ozeki • The Book of Form and Emptiness: A Novel
think of my Rhine journeys, the second of them hardly less terrifying than the first, everything becomes confused in my head:
W. G. Sebald • Austerlitz (Penguin Essentials)
“ I’d like to go away somewhere, but when it gets dark I’m afraid of not finding the way home again. In the morning there’s a dense fog and then everything is so quiet. Every day I do the same work, and every morning the place is a mess again. There’s never any end to it. I really wish I were dead. ”
ECW Press • A Sorrow Beyond Dreams
Verirrt? Das war doch unmöglich! In Paris, ihrer alten Heimatstadt? Claudette Toussaint blieb stehen, schüttelte ihr dichtes braunes Haar und blickte zurück in die Gasse, die sie in diese enge Seitenstraße geführt hatte, während sie versuchte, das Gefühl der Orientierungslosigkeit zu bekämpfen. Wie konnte das nur passieren?
Blake Pierce • Nichts zu fürchten (Ein Juliette-Hart-FBI-Thriller – Band 1) (German Edition)
In place of explanation, memory.